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Jesus the Lord of glory died,
That we might never die;
And now he reigns supreme to guide
His people to the sky.
Weak though we are, he still is near
To lead, console, defend;
In all our sorrow, sin, and fear,
Our all-sufficient Friend.
From his high throne in bliss, he deigns
Our every prayer to heed;
Bears with our folly, soothes our pains,
Supplies our every need.
Still, through his intercession spared,
We find him true and kind;
Though we are as the marble hard,
And changeful as the wind.
And from his love’s exhaustless spring,
Joys like a river come,
To make the desert bloom and sing
O’er which we travel home.
O Jesus, there is none like thee,
Our Saviour and our Lord;
Through earth and heaven exalted be,
Beloved, obeyed, adored.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 282 |
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Name:
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ST. FULBERT
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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